Ah, the struggles of napping time...will they ever end? If this past weekend is any indication then I have serious doubts.
Saturday was a rough day for Mary. We had Purgatory Friday night, and didn't pick her up until close to 3 AM. Of course she woke up when we packed her into the car, and she grinned and chatted with us the whole way home from Sherwood Park. She slept in some on Saturday, but refused to nap. We were going to go over to a friends place to hang out with a group and watch movies, but after a long and miserable day, Mary passed out in her fathers arms at 5:30. We decided to stay in. Sunday was much of the same. Yelling and misery all day, no nap, and an early bedtime. So far today she has been relatively cheerful, but she is currently in her bedroom, supposedly napping. What she is doing instead is knocking on her bedroom door and saying "Hi! Hi! Mummy? DADDY! Hi! (mumblemumblemumble) Hi! Mummy? CAT! CAT!! GOD! nose. ow. uh oh. uh oh. UH OH! HI! GOD! spoon. (mumblemumblemumble) Ha! HA! uh oh. No. No. NO! Mummy? nononono. DADDY! wow. wheeeeee. Cat. GOD!" She's been doing that running monologue for the last hour and a half now. I'm begining to think that naptime is once again a bust today.